I slammed the screwdriver through the hole.

Whump! "AAAAAAWW, FUCK!"

I think everyone has experienced that sinking feeling in your gut, when you know you've done something un-good. That's what I felt.

Tony was on his knees in the hallway, hands over his eyes yelling, "Fuck! You got me. In the eye. I'm blind!"

I laughed. It was a running joke. "Oooo, I broke m'leg!" "Oooo, I have a tumor." "Oooo, ya poked me eye out with a screwdriver." Just a joke.

Then he pulled his hand away from his face. There was blood pooled in the palm of his hand. Pouring down his face. On the linoleum-tiled floor of the hallway.